Jenn Carter, Kyle Richh, Mo Kartii - Gomd Remix lyrics

Gllt, gang

I don't do shows, I'm really like that
I got a pole
Why the fuck would I fight back?
Ya niggas on dick, go invest in a grip
If I send that shot
Better hope I don't miss
Ryan is pussy, your mother a bitch
Your bitch on my dick and
She suckin' my kiss
Chad in the back and he loadin' the clip
I don't want your feelin's
I just want the six if he dissin' the gang
I'ma throw it like Manny
Josh can't fight, but he punch like Manny
Your bitch on my dick, why she for?
Four deep in the V and
I'm grippin that cannon
Fuck that, if better duck that
Finger itchin, I'm feenin'
Clutch that bitch
Tata feenin' to up that 6, look
My bitch jackin' 4
But she throwin' the force of
My dick in her throat
I cannot lack with this Glock on my hip
If he dissin' the gang
We gon' shoot through his coat
Fuck that, if better duck that
Finger itchin, I'm feenin'
Clutch that bitch
I'm on the block with a Glock for them opps
Sav'o, feenin' to up that sitch
(feenin' to suck that blick, gang)

Carter i eat her, she callin' me baby
Keep a chopper like we in the Navy
Niggas pussy, it's fuck a discussion
We pull up, he runnin'
They turn into ladies
Keep it on me, don't talk to me crazy
Get revenge just by takin' your lady
Can't get they bread up
'cause niggas is lazy
Get they bread up 'cause niggas is lazy
It's a difference with dissin' and subbin'
These niggas ain't dumb, so they know where
How you say you submission
But don't got a gun
We gon' hop out the V, we surprisin' 'em
And I'm all on they mind like a fitted
My niggas is with it and
Nothin' is stoppin' em
They like ''Jenn you be shittin'
And you gotta chill
'Cause you just turned eighteen
You a problem''

He said Chad in the back
And you loadin' the clip
Niggas is pussy, ya aren't on shit
Niggas just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
How you callin' me broke
But your mother need help
And you flexin' this belt when
She can't get a win
And I don't do the shows
I just worry 'bout bread
I just stay on my head and I don't politic

These niggas is 'cause I'm
Fuckin' they bitch
So, they talkin' 'bout me in they P4 party
How I can't give her kids and
She still on my dick
And y'all under her pic'
So like she is a Barbie
If we sendin' shots, better duck that
Post a flick on the book and
You niggas still rush that
If we see him, he gon' brake like a Kit Kat
Throwin' on the neck
But not for the chit-chat
Every time that these niggas
Be flexin' they bread
I should say that it's comin' for memories
How you callin' me broke
But you wear the same Fleece
Every picture, how long 'til she get to me
Niggas claim that they hate me
But under my pic'
I ain't dumb, I still know you my enemy
He said Chad in the back
And you loadin' the clip
Niggas is pussy, ya aren't on shit
Niggas just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
Niggas stay in my business
They all in my shit 'Bout a bitch
You was askin' to come to my crib
You bitches is pussy, stop tuckin' my
She called you a bitch and
Start coppin' a plea
And they gettin' equipped
Postin' knockies on snap all like
Don't fuck around and they think they legit

They thought I was playin', fuck that
(Fuck that)
Yeah, get to that guap, rush that (Rush that)
Your bitch on my dick, suck that (Suck that)
With a Glock on my hip, clutch that
(Baow, baow)
These niggas be gay, bun that (Bun that)
All day with a grip, tuck that (Rrah)
We send them shots, tuck that (Rrah)
Lil' bitch only ballin', clutch that
(Baow, baow)
We enter in the spot we gon' bend with a box
Big bitch and I'm beatin' her box
But, fuck at ya niggas man, fuck all the opps
(Fuck 'em)
Call up gang and they gettin' our drops
Stackin' the bread
We gon' get where our back is (Bread)
It's a opp in the spot, stop lackin'
Put in the box like a nigga is packin'
Gang the shit that I'm jackin'
Mo Kartii so great, yeah I did it again
(Kartii)
If you come me, then bring me your friends
We callin' him Ben 'cause
We sendin' him ten (Baow)
Get a strap and I'm feelin' like Jenn
Hope that you listenin', go grab a pen
'Cause I told you I did it again
She said that she wife, but bitch it depends
Our relationship K to the end
I got a bag, breesha, big
On the legs, treesha, like
We bringin' Terisha, Felicia
Don't forget Keisha, like
If she wife then that bitch gotta go
If she lit then she drivin' the boat
Took three shots, yeah, I'm ready to blow
(Ready to baow)
There's an audience, put on a show
(Hol' on)
You get a check that just spendin' a hoe
Fuck that lil' bitch, you a joke
I got check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
You get a check that just spendin' a hoe
Fuck that lil' bitch, you a joke
I got check and I'm always on go
Watch how I'ma spin with the bros
Said niggas t-shirts
Call my blunt, he get put in a t-shirt
You a loser, sit in a bleacher
You all on my dick and they ask for a feature
I'm always on go, don't need ya
Fuckin' your mother that run up a VISA
I'm always on go, don't need ya
Fuckin' your mother that run up a VISA

He said Chad in the back
And you loadin' the clip
Niggas is pussy, ya aren't on shit
Niggas just hate me 'cause I am a bitch
Takin' they bitch and I don't got a dick
How you callin' me broke
But your mother need help
And you flexin' this belt when
She can't get a win
And I don't do the shows
I just worry 'bout bread
I just stay on my head and I don't politic